I never knew I was poor. My parents hid it extremely well. I never knew that eating spaghetti o's or butter sugar toast was considered being poor. For the longest time, when I didn't have breakfast at home, my school would give milk and muffins to kids. I thought that was normal too. Or buying burgers in bulk when they were 99 cents a piece. I was also pretty young.

What kind of man? A man who obviously doesn't care about your feelings, a man that doesn't respect you, a man willing to cheat on you. Good riddance. You should have left the moment you knew he cheated.

I'm sorry your parents pressured you into something so ridiculous and unrealistic. My parents weren't the most supportive parents either. I hope to break the chain and love my future children the way I wish my parents would have loved me.